I’m
on the bus and I see
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Children disregarding adults
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Most of them seem tired, and unhappy
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Some kids are sitting by themselves, trying
to be alone
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Others sitting talking with their friends
and disregarding people around them
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Children doing homework they didn’t do the
night before
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Backpacks strewn across the floor
Number 3: some kids are sitting by
themselves, trying to be alone.
The kid is trying to not be noticed, and no one is talking to him. He is
afraid and nervous; kids aren’t going up to him and talking to him. They are
ignoring him, and if he tries to say something, they disregard it. In a way
that is bullying, making that kid feel like he is nothing. That his opinion
doesn’t matter, that no one likes him.
No kid should ever feel like that, and I
know kids always will, but you should always feel that someone is there for
you, and that you have friends that care about you. If he feels that his
opinion doesn’t matter, he will never voice his opinion because to him, it
doesn’t matter. He is not going to try to be friends with people, because the
people he tried to be friends with already, disregarded him and ignored the
fact that he was there.
Some solutions could be that, if kids knew that by ignoring the fact
that, he was there they were drastically changing things for him. If they knew
just to let him talk and acknowledge that he was there, he would feel a lot
better. Kids could go up to him and talk to him, it would make him feel like he
existed, or even if kids see him, they could ask his opinion of something, and
he would feel like his opinion mattered.
Poem
People
walking by me in their suits
They
pretend that I am not there
Dirt
being kicked up by their boots
They
see me but they do not care
I
sit there and shake my cup
I
plead as if I am crying
Hoping
that something is given that boosts my spirits up
They
say they have none, but are clearly lying
All
I want is some change
They
try to not have to talk to or be near me
They
treat me as if I have mange
They
pretend but I know they can hear me
Everything
used to be different
I
was seen as normal, and was accepted
Then
the economy took a hit
Now
I’m on the streets viewed as the scum of the city
My poem is about poverty and how it is a
growing issue. Poverty is everywhere around us, yet we try to ignore it. When
the people who honestly need help and are in much worse circumstances than us,
ask for just some change, we ignore them. They don’t want to be in poverty,
they don’t want to have to ask for money, but they have to. We ignore that and
try to not see them, think if it was you. Would you want people to keep
walking, not helping you, would you want to be viewed as the scum of the city?
They are people just, like you and me, and deserve to be treated like one, and
deserve to be helped. It is not their fault, that they had bad luck and that
the economy is taking a hit.
Interview
with Jill Singletary
“Do you think your job is important, and
why?”
“I do think my job is important on
different levels:
1)
I give people new opportunities who are
seeking employment or a next step in their career
2)
I impact the business of our company by
bringing good talent to the organization
3)
I protect the company by screening who
comes into the organization that may present a risk
“Why do you consider this as something that
makes change in the world?”
“This changes the world in little
individual ways that impact the big picture … for example if I hire great
people and they are productive our business thrives. If business thrives we employ more
people. The people we employ earn money
and have the opportunity to increase their spending power which improves the
economy. If I place people into
positions that they are happy in, they are happier and more fulfilled. Happy and more fulfilled people make the
world a more positive place.”
She changes the world by, employing people.
The employment rate increases, then the economy is in a better state. The
economy is in a better state, the country is in a better position. It all plays
out together where she in turn helps the economy, which helps the country,
which helps the world. It may be small and very individual, but it does help
the world, even if it is in an miniscule way.
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